On the darkest day when hope erodesThe bullets rain while the sky explodesHear the innocents cry as terror seeks his voiceYet we know in our heartsThat the sun still rises.

Black clouds encroach and wash awayGood life that wished another dayHear the Gods cry that evil found its voiceYet we know in our heartsThat the sun still rises.

Dark storm that sweeps the heaving throngNo force of nature that silenced the songAnd while the earth weeps a devil finds its voiceYet we know in our heartsThat the sun still rises.

A whirlwind winding through the streetsA frozen stillness where vitriol meetsThe innocent cry that no terror has a voiceFor we know in our heartsThat the sun still rises.​Poem by @BeanzieFlynn written shortly after the Paris Attacks. Visit his site @ homeisthehill.comPicture by Teo Alfonso @pokerartist